Chapter 353 The Mad Young Master 14 (2/2)

She deliberately emphasized the words "rural area" and "traditional remedies," which made several young women at the table cover their mouths and chuckle.

Their gazes toward Zi Xi were filled with contempt and curiosity.

Zi Xi still didn't look up. She was wearing Bluetooth headphones and didn't hear the chattering outside at all.

Moreover, she had long been accustomed to this scrutiny and disdain.

After returning to the Su family, her rural upbringing meant she was destined to be looked down upon.

But she returned to the Su family mainly to make money and improve her adoptive mother's life; caring about those other things was meaningless.

However, the discussions did not stop; on the contrary, they intensified because of her silence.

"However, even though this is a marriage to bring good luck, some rules still cannot be disregarded."

"After all, given your status, you still need to be mindful of boundaries in certain situations. Don't take yourself too seriously, lest you regret it later..."

Another sarcastic voice joined in; it belonged to a cousin who was in charge of some of the family's general affairs.

A crisp, abrupt loud crack abruptly interrupted all the sarcastic remarks.

The entire restaurant fell into a deathly silence instantly.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the source of the voice, at the man in the main seat.

Lu Qianhan slammed the silver chopsticks in her hand heavily onto the ground.

The force was so great that the delicate chopstick rest jumped, and the bowls and plates made a slight clinking sound.

His previously lowered eyes were now raised, no longer clear and cold, but surging with an almost tangible sinister aura.

He slowly, extremely slowly, turned his neck, his unfathomable eyes scanning each of the people who had just spoken with a cold, menacing gaze.

Everyone who met his gaze instinctively held their breath, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on their backs.

It has nothing to do with status or seniority; it's an instinctive reaction of fear when targeted by a top predator.

The restaurant was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the only sounds were heavy breathing and the pounding of hearts.

"When did it become your place to judge my people, Lu Qianhan's people?"

Lu Qianhan's gaze finally settled on the face of his second aunt, who had started the conversation. His voice was not loud, but every word clearly penetrated everyone's eardrums.

The second wife's face turned deathly pale instantly. Her lips trembled as she tried to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word.

"Don't you want your tongue anymore?"

"You can cut it up and give it to your dad as a snack with his drinks."

Lu Qianhan's gaze was like a cold blade, finally landing on her cousin who mentioned the folk remedies from the countryside, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

His voice was soft, yet carried a chilling threat.

Lu Qianhan doesn't just talk about cutting out tongues; he might actually do it!

The cousin was so frightened she almost slipped off the chair, and the maid next to her quickly caught her.

The entire room was horrified.

No one dared to make a sound; even their breathing was deliberately suppressed to a minimum.

Amidst a horrified gaze, Lu Qianhan abruptly stood up.

The tall figure cast a shadow over Zi Xi, who was standing beside him. Without looking at her, he grabbed her wrist, which was resting on her knee.

The force was undeniable; it practically dragged her off the chair.